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Luke Christopher - Walkin Home Lyrics

[Intro]
You already know I'm not something to mess with

[Chorus]
I'm like, which picture, which club, which hoe
We just had this conversation fifteen minutes ago
She swervin'
She swervin'
Then she like, "Fine nigga, treat your woman like hell"
But get your ass up out the car, you walking home by yourself
She swervin'
She swervin'

[Verse 1]
Yeah, but you ain't picture perfect neither, I see you where you lead her
Acts like you a hoe but won't respect like you Aretha
Said you with your girl, but no, your girl said that they seen ya
How come I can't yell at you but you and me supposed to be equal
And I never let go of the shit that you said back at your party, right
You said there were plenty of niggas like me out there that you could find
Well, I invite you, find one, hope he nice, boo
'Cause in two years it's gon' bite, you gon' crawl back like I never liked you
But that's cool, I ain't trippin'
But Lord knows I've been texting hoes and chilling
If you take me back I might clean the clothes out the kitchen
A month ago, we back again yelling and they bitching

[Chorus]
Around and round like, which picture, which club, which hoe
We just had this conversation fifteen minutes ago
She swervin', woah, slow down
She swervin', slow down
Then she like, "Fine nigga, treat your woman like hell"
But get your ass up out the car, you walking home by yourself
She swervin', slow down
She swervin', slow down

[Verse 2]
Yeah, left, right, switching lanes, shawty driving wild and low
Me, I spin around my hair, you wipe off your cover-up
I don't got no time for no lies, not a minute
You done lost your mind, like you drive like a menace
If you wasn't my bitch I be on the island or something
Ain't no questions, [?] my ties out of function
I love you but why you gotta hate though
Seconds later, walking on the interstate though

[Chorus]
Which picture, which club, which hoe
We just had this conversation fifteen minutes ago
She swervin', woah, slow down
She swervin', slow down
Then she like, "Fine nigga, treat your woman like hell"
But get your ass up out the car, you walking home by yourself
She swervin', slow down
She swervin', slow down